that bitch face taemin makes at minho when minho can't remember his birthday. i think about it a lot.
concept: since that broadcast taem’s been popping up with a bday cake for minho on every 9th of the month except for december. the spelling of minho’s name on the cake gets worse each time - it starts with ‘choi mango’ and somehow ends in ‘alola exeggutor’ because taem’s salty like that
Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.
Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (it’ll make sense)
Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.
OH! And just to be clear about a few things, as i’ve mentioned (literally right below this) this is a soulmate AU. I don’t write these often so i’m not sure how they exactly work, but the way i’ve written mine is Steve and the reader aren’t just connected through the marks and bruises but almost like spiritually i guess? When they first meet, something like wells within them. And when Steve sees her with Billy, he doesn’t know why, but he almost feels a sort of jealousy and almost wanting to protect the reader. And later on in the story, you’ll see the reader a bit jealous of Steve as well. That’s because they have a connection, they just don’t know it yet.
You turned around at the sound of a voice, find none other than; “Billy.” You’d met him yesterday in your social class and because you were the new students, your teacher had paired you together. The boy had seemed nice enough when first speaking to him and he definitely didn’t know how to quit, so you weren’t all that surprised to find him by your side right before lunch.
The mullet haired boy reached your side in record time, squeezing past other students in the hallway. You felt yourself flinch from contact as Billy wound his arm around your waist and pressed you against his side. You tried to ignore the pain that grew as he hit a fresh bruise from the night before and when you glanced at him, you hoped he hadn’t noticed your flinch but you could tell by look on his face he had. “I didn’t mean to upset ya’, darlin’.” He said, staring at you with feigned worry; you just didn’t know it at the time.
“No,” you responded softly, shaking your head. “No it’s fine. I’m just… just a little bit jumpy.”
Billy nodded, as if he understood and leaned back as you both made your way through the halls. You tried to ignore the dark looks you received from other girls as you made your way to your locker. From what you’d heard at your two days in Hawkin’s High School, Billy was the new it guy, everybody wanted to be with him or be him. So the looks made sense, you just didn’t understand why Billy was so fascinated with you.
“Ignore them darlin’, they’ve got nothing on you.” You glanced over at Billy surprised, feeling your cheeks burn red in shock at his comment. As you glanced at the many girls, you didn’t completely agree with his statement. “Don’t look so shocked.”
“No, it’s just-” you said again, shaking your head. You went to say more but found yourself lost in your thoughts and instead glanced back down at the floor. “Okay.” You submitted. You sighed in relief when you reached your locker and Billy stepped away from your side to instead lean against the locker next to yours. You couldn’t help, though, feel his gaze grazing your body the entire time like a predator would look at it’s pray.
You pulled down the sleeves of your sweater, and focused your entire attention on slipping your textbooks into your locker.
“So, you hear about Tina’s party this Friday?”
How could you not? You might not be very social but that’s all you ever heard when walking in the halls. Of course, even though you’d been given a slip, you made no plan of going considering you knew your father would never allow you. Hell, if your father knew that you were speaking to a boy like Billy now… there’d be a huge price to pay. Still you nodded in response to his question, sensing where it’d lead.
“Wanna go?” It seemed Billy didn’t like to wait long when pursuing the girls he showed interest in.
You paused after that, knowing that your father would say no, you just didn’t know how to tell Billy that. “I-I’m not too sure… My father-” You were cut off by Billy’s hand reaching out and practically petting your cheek; you froze in surprise from the movement, unsure of how to react to the bold move.
You met Billy’s eyes and found yourself stuck as he smile sultry at you and leaned in closer. With his hand still on your cheek, you found yourself frozen as you found your father’s eyes in Billy’s. You felt yourself grow petrified and hating the way any man or even woman who threatened even the tiniest bit could grow control over you. It made you feel weak and pathetic, but yet you only continued to stare at Billy. “Come on, Y/N.” Billy mumbled, and you found yourself no longer able to hear the loud crowd of kids around you. “I think you’d look cute in a costume, so what do you say?”
You opened your mouth to say something but another’s cut you off; “is there a problem?”
You moved your gaze over to the newcomer and found none of than the familiar pair of brown eyes you’ve been trying to avoid. It seemed that Steve’s presence was enough to get Billy to step away from you, and soon you found the mullet-haired boy standing in front of you, blocking you slightly from Steve’s eyesight. It was then that you noticed the two girls behind Steve, one you recognized as the girl who’d helped you the day before; Nancy.
“Harrington.” Billy greeted and you could just practically hear the smirk forming on his lips. “Nope, no problem here.”
Steve glared at Billy before you found his eyes on you; “Y/N?”
You paused, shocked that he’d even considered an answer from you. Normally everyone did the talking for you, and you weren’t really allowed to speak for yourself. But before you could respond, Billy spoke up; “I said there’s no problem, Harrington. Why don’t you stay out of other people’s businesses.”
“I’m sure Y/N can answer for herself.”
Suddenly all eyes were on you, including Billy’s and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You met Billy’s gaze and saw your father, so instead of saying what you should’ve of, you mumbled; “i’m fine.”
You missed the way Steve’s gaze fell and his tense shoulder’s slumped. Pressing a hand against his chest, Billy took a step forward; “see? Everything’s fine.” Steve glanced at you one final time, and it seemed like he was going to say more before Nancy stepped up and grabbed his arm. “Steve, let’s just go.” She whispered to him and you found your eyes stuck on her hand on his arm, your brows furrowing.
Eventually Steve relented and you watched him step away from both you and Billy, now gripping Nancy’s hand. You barely noticed Billy turn back to you, until his hand softly grasped your chin, and brought your attention towards him. “So? What do you say?”
In your mind, you couldn’t help and think about the way Steve had grasped Nancy’s hand and the feeling that burned within you. Without thinking, you nodded; “sounds great.”
Friday reached sooner than you thought it would and before you knew it, it was the night of the party and you hadn’t even mentioned the idea to your father yet. You were sat in your room, and you’d just made dinner for your father. You knew he’d be in his room for the rest of the night and hopefully wouldn’t come and see you at any point, but knowing him he usually didn’t.
You stared down at your attire, the same thing you always wore and wondered why you hadn’t thought this through further. Not only now did you have to sneak out for the night, through your window, you didn’t have a costume either and you knew Billy would question it when he arrived. You’d even told him that day a different address then your actual house so your father wouldn’t see his headlights.
You’d never snuck out before and honestly you were greatly questioning your decision to say yes. You didn’t really have a decision, thinking about it now,but the thought of sneaking out, and not being there if your father was to come into your room greatly scared you. You’d never hear the end of it or never feel the end of it if he were to catch you, especially if he found out a boy came to pick you up.
You bounced your knee in spot from your position on your bed, glancing at the time every few minutes. You were suppose to meet Billy outside your neighbours house at six thirty and it was now six twenty-five, meaning you should probably start heading out. Ignoring the feeling that welled within your stomach, you slowly and quietly opened your bedroom door and glanced out into the hallway. Where, thankfully, you could see the lights from the tv in your father’s bedroom flashing, meaning he was distracted.
You took one final deep breath, closing the door quietly behind you and heading to the window. You slid open your window, ignoring the fear that welled within you and stepped out onto the the roof. You crawled on top, closing the window just before it fully shut and begun crawling out to the edge of the roof. Carefully you swung your body out so you hung by the roof and dropped onto the grass in front of your house. Once you were safe on solid ground, you gazed up into your bedroom to see if the light had turned on or any indication that your father had noticed you leaving, and sighed out in relief when you saw nothing.
Nodding to yourself, you faintly let a smile slip over your lips at the fact that you’d managed to sneak out and not get caught; yet. Making your way through your tiny front yard, you stopped in front of your neighbours just as Billy’s car appeared. You swallowed the lump in your throat, ignoring the voice in the back of your head that told you this was mistake and made your way to his car.
You slipped into the passengers seat and almost immediately noticed the frown on Billy’s lips when he saw your attire. Pulling at your oversized sweater you frowned; “I don’t have a costume.”
You met Billy’s eye and watched him pause in thought for a moment, and thats when you noticed his costume. Billy wore a leather jacket with no shirt underneath the jacket, paired with black jeans. You hated to admit it and even felt ashamed, but he looked good.
“You got a shirt underneath that sweater?” Bill asked, stunning you for moment. Though, eventually you nodded. “Great. Take the sweater off.”
“The sweater.” He grinned at you, a hint of lust behind his eyes. “Take it off. I’ve got a plan.” You paused once again, unsure of what you should do. If you took off your sweater, Billy was bound to see the marks on your arms but from the look in his eyes, it seemed he was determined and wasn’t going to let you go in the clothes you wore. Sighing, you slowly pulled off your sweater, handing it to Billy as he threw it in the back and reached for something else.
All you wore underneath was white t-shirt and on your legs, you wore black jeans. Crossing your arms across your chest, you tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that welled within you, and waited for Billy to get whatever he was searching for. Just then he threw a dark coloured jean jacket a top of your lap and smirked your way.
You slipped the jacket over top of yourself, it was much too big but it covered your arms and Billy never managed to see the bruises which was plus. Turning to Billy, you felt yourself smile a little as you saw his gaze.
Warnings: SMUT. Face riding, slight spanking, dirty talk,
Word Count: 3,035
Summary: You’re new in the neighbourhood, and decide to be a good person and go introduce yourself to your neighbours. Turns out that was a bad idea.
A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.
Being the new girl was tough. It was tough in high school, it was tough at a new job, and it’s still tough on moving day. You had just moved downtown into a cute apartment on the 10th floor of a pretty nice building. You loved being so close to everything, and the view you had made the hassle of moving up here worth it. You were still unfamiliar with your neighbours and neighbourhood, having only moved in a week ago. You took the opportunity a rare day off gave you to walk around and explore, as well as introduce yourself (finally). Baking wasn’t your strongest skill, but you tried, and made some cookies to take to your neighbours. You were glad you had taken this chance to introduce yourself, as everyone you met seemed friendly and kind.
Until you met 10A.
10A was the guy that resided in the apartment next to yours; he was relatively quiet, so you didn’t know what to expect. You knocked on the door and waited for the owner to open it, and when he did, you regretted doing this ‘introducing-yourself-to-your-neighbours-to-be-nice’ bullshit in the first place.
He was beautiful, and he was in nothing but a towel. His milky white skin still glistening with water even in the harsh lighting of the hallway, his damp bleach blond hair that begged to be touched, wide brown eyes that made him look both cute and sexy, and plump, pouty pink lips that made you want to bite them until they bruised, his toned chest and stomach that made you want a peek under that towel, he was too much at once and you were quickly becoming a flustered mess. Your eyes travelled back up only to see him staring back at you, eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side, and a smirk plastered on his face.
“You gonna tell me what you’re here for or are you gonna just keep staring, baby?” he smirked. You rolled your eyes, your earlier lust filled thoughts were shattered by the conceited remark.
Anybody notice where Jess is standing in this picture?
I’ve commented tangentially on this before, but I want to point it out very directly. First, think about the home in which Jess grew up…the one in which he “[didn’t] like any of the guys” his mom dated, but, as he put it, “She r e a l l y doesn’t care what I think. I’ve got 19 years of proof to back me up.” Want a glimpse of those years?
He watches her in his peripheral vision. She’s on the telephone, anxiety mounting. He knows before asking who was on the phone, and even if she doesn’t say so, he can tell that HE is on his way, and she’s scared, even though she doesn’t want to show it.
BEFORE HE GETS HERE, YOU SHOULD MAKE YOURSELF SCARCE. YOU KNOW HOW HE GETS. I WANT TO AVOID A FIGHT.
But there’s no way he’s leaving her to face him alone. When h e gets there, keep things light and casual. …Nope… H E ’ S MAD. Change of tactic. Just keep talking–keep h i s eyes on YOU–draw h i s fire while you casually step in front of her…between them– …That’s right, buddy, I’m your target, over here, if you’re gonna hit somebody it’s me, if you’re going to yell and scream at somebody, I’m right here, I caused all of this trouble, anything you don’t like about this situation? ALL ME.
1. carry a plastic bag and pick up litter that you see
2. pay for the person behind you
3. put a cute anonymous note in a library book
4. send a kind anon ask to someone you’re following
5. tell your friends and family you love them
6. make cookies for your best friend
7. include someone who looks left out in a conversation
8. hug people tightly
9. say “thank you” to someone you appreciate
10. compliment your friend’s talents
11. have a checklist and challenge yourself to tick everything off
12. stand up, stretch, and drink a glass of water every hour
13. start jogging, don’t feel bad if you’re slow
14. wake up early so you have time for both hobbies and studying
15. look at things with your eyes more than you take photos
16. treat yourself how you would treat your best friend
17. learn how to bake a cake
18. give yourself some time alone
19. read a book
20. try a new hairstyle
21. learn a new language
22. look at things and appreciate their poetry and beauty
23. keep a journal for all the moments you want to remember
24. pay more attention to the good things than the bad things
25. have manners and don’t be aggressive or rude
26. if someone is rude, be the bigger person and walk away
27. but sugar-free chewing gum so you don’t have to give in to junk food cravings
28. write down your favourite quotes
29. if it’s raining, share your umbrella with someone who needs it
30. be nice to kids even if you dislike them
31. keep making your art, writing, and photography. keep doing things even if you think you suck
32. keep doing something you’re passionate about even though no one is being supportive
33. stop changing yourself to fit the standards of other people
34. plant a garden of fruits and flowers
35. stop sitting down so much and go out and see the world
36. be strong. don’t let people walk all over you
37. focus on your studying for 30 minutes and give yourself a 10 minute break
38. look at the moon and the stars
39. look at the clouds, sunrise and sunset
40. stop using your phone at dinner
41. have a bubble bath
42. message someone you haven’t talked to for a while
43. let go of toxic people who don’t deserve you
44. don’t be afraid to say that you were wrong
45. keep yourself busy so you stop overthinking so much
46. don’t assume things about someone you don’t know
47. say kind things behind someone’s back
48. be nice to others even if you feel angry, sad or bitter. it’s not their fault
49. remember that your emotions don’t have to rule your actions
50. stop caring so much about what other people might think
51. wear what you want
52. smile at a stranger
53. don’t worry. worrying about the future is useless. it will be a lot less scary than you imagined
54. stop not caring about important things. care about everything and everyone you love with all your heart.
55. stop checking your notifications every 2 minutes
56. don’t play mind games with people
57. make your resting face more happy
58. think happy thoughts even if it feels fake, and you will turn more positive
59. be confident. fake the confidence until you have natural confidence
60. make every morning a new beginning
61. try to understand people rather than be judgemental
62. educate yourself on societal issues
63. stop blaming other people for your own mistakes
64. swear less and don’t call people mean and derogatory terms
65. either learn or be inspired by everything you see
66. constantly find new ways to improve yourself
67. have little goals every day and feel great when you achieve them
68. your comfort zone is nice but don’t stay in it too much. be brave and try something new, even if you fail it’s not a failure
69. tidy your desk
70. watch all the best films
71. stop saying mean things to yourself
72. be happy for no reason
73. say hi to everyone you know
74. don’t dwell on your past
75. keep doing something you’re passionate about even if people criticise you
76. put your alarm away from your bed so you get out of bed as soon as the alarm goes off
77. let your emotions out, either by talking to someone or letting it out creatively
78. google everything you’re curious about
79. use a dictionary for words you don’t know
80. don’t feel sad about all the unanswerable questions
81. be kind to everyone, everything and yourself.
82. spread love and happiness constantly
83. help people who need it
84. don’t be afraid to cry
85. pick yourself up. you don’t need other people to save you
86. if you don’t have anything kind or constructive to say, don’t say it
87. breathe through your stomach, not your chest
88. sleep earlier!!
89. eat more fruits than chocolate
90. be there when your friend is sad, not just when everything is fine
91. make your bed every morning
92. observe everything and pay attention to what’s around you
93. quit any addictions you have
94. give more attention to all the great things
95. learn, accept your past, and move on
96. write things down to remember them
97. be proud of every little victory
98. be proud of who you are
99. remember that you’re loveable, important and worthy of happiness
100. don’t give up. you’re still young and you have a whole life ahead of you.
could you write a soft morning short reddie fic pls??? xx
richie wakes up with a freezing cold nose stuffed into his armpit. little hands knotted in fists are nestled into his side and when he turns his head, he gets a nose full of hair. the clock next to the bed blinks 7:30. richie scoots away from eddie in the bed, careful not to roll onto eddie’s small hands that sleepily reach for him, and when he climbs out of bed, eddie makes a tiny snuffling noise, a whimper, and then one eye cracks open.
“richie,” he says, his voice scratchy and sleep worn and richie smiles softly at the little bundle under the covers. eddie sticks one hand out of the covers and waves it around, his eyes scrunched shut against the weak light that filters in through the blinds.